over the weekend, we went pomegranate picking. who knew there was such a thing, right? ever since the first few days of fall (or at least the one or two days that it has felt like fall in california), i have been wanting to take holden to the apple orchard. like i’ve mentioned before, i think it’s important to teach our little ones where their food comes from and the leaves changing colors causes me to long for baked cinnamon apples, apple cider, and apple pie. unfortunately, we couldn’t find an apple orchard in our close proximity and didn’t feel like driving a few hours in the car, so instead we stumbled upon a pomegranate orchard. the woman at the orchard told us that the particular line of pomegranates they grew were 1500 years old, saying they had originated in the spot where they believed the garden of eden to be, and that the seeds had been smuggled into the us from persia ten years ago. it was kind of a crazy story and the woman talked our ear off for the entirety of our visit, but she knew what she was talking about and helped us find the sweetest pomegranates we have ever tasted. as we were leaving, holden climbed into the basket with all of our freshly picked pomegranates and refused to get out. we had to postpone our departure for about ten minutes before he was willing to get out. such a a character that kid…but i must admit, it did look kind of comfy.